I'll never forget my vacation to Myrtle Beach last summer with my wife and her family...it was a time of countless spiritual lessons. One of them came as I was flipping through "Fresh Wind Fresh Fire" by Jim Cymbala, which I highly recommend, and reading the part about calling on the name of the Lord. Jim was elaborating on when God spoke to him to simply teach his small congregation to pray. God was deeply stirring in me as I read the story, and every time one of Jessica's family members would slide open our condo's glass door the sound of the crashing waves and the hot air would rush in and quickly fill the room. It shocked me every time. Everyone would be playing Wii Golf, eating some ice cream, laughing about something, or slowly falling to sleep on the couch, when all-of-sudden the door would be opened and we were all reminded of the roar just outside.
It struck me that the crashing of the waves is just like the prayers of the saints. They are constantly being offered up, building upon one another, getting stronger and stronger, and forming into the mighty cry of the Lion of Judah (Jesus and his body, the Church). We often get distracted and lose sight of the spiritual war around us, but then someone opens the door and we are overwhelmed by the power, the size, and the sound of the never-ending roar of the Saints of God. May you join in today!
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